Continuing to their right down the corridor presented, the party soon stumble across a doorway to their right [the west]. Through the doorway, shining through candlelight reflected through carefully positioned mirrors mounted on the walls, light trickles out in an almost celestial image.
Inside, wandering around, you see three people doing various, disparate things: a young boy with holding a large book, slowly reading through the outsized pages; a wiry, attractive middle-aged woman who tends to a large planter filled with red roses; and a wrinkly old man slowly creaking in a rocking chair, drinking out of a small metal flask.
To the south, the corridor continues on, though from the rather bright light emerging from the room the party can barely see the end of the corridor not too far from where they are standing; there appears to be a right turn in the corridor ahead.
The archivist pauses, careful not to wander to close to the mirrors.
ReplyDelete"Hmm, this smacks of Jason's Mystical Gotcha Mirror. Either a spooky face is going to show up in those mirrors and shout 'BOO!' or they'll be a transformation trap."
He strokes his wispy beard.
"Alternatively, they could be portals, or mirror traps. Those people could be stuck in there.
Or bad luck mirrors...or prophetic mirrors. Or clairvoyance or truth or-"
By this point, Archive has pulled out a foldout page from the Archive, entitled 'The Many Many MANY uses of Mirrors In Magic.' He talks for several minutes, and the page unfolds into a heap across the room.
"...or maybe just shiny recordings. So, that narrows it down a lot. I propose someone who knows Probe checks them out, then we stay the hell away for the time being."
He coughs, and looks away nervously.
"I'd do it of course, but I er...have a cold. And can't pronounce the runes today."
Reginald stares wide-eyed at the pages upon pages of mirror-related scripture, and decided that the odds of entering without repercussions are.... well, they suck.
ReplyDelete"I must say, I am with Archie on this one, wholeheartedly. I wouldn't exactly mind lots of that stuff he was talking about but some of it just plain frightens me. So what do you say? Various magic users? Cast a probe and lets be on our way? We'll likely have to enter that thing eventually, I would just really rather not do it unprepared."
Reginald knocks a loose fist around the edge of the entry way, pretending to be checking the threshold, while eying that candle in the distance. It seemed like an awful lot of light from one little candle, even given the mirrors, and he seemed to recall candles being the source of a certain party being tricked before.